by Piper Stone
Haylee sat stunned. After all that time, they knew about each other. They wanted to share her.
James walked to his desk, and from a drawer pulled out two rectangular black velvet boxes. He handed one to Alex.
“We were supposed to give this to you that night,” Alex said. “Stand, beautiful.”
She stood and barely took a breath as they opened the black velvets boxes and soon they had each extracted a piece of such dazzling jewelry that she blinked. Diamonds and rubies and emeralds garnished the bits of gold.
“Look closer,” James and he showed her his name in small print on the inside of the jewelry. Alex did the same; his name was printed onto it as well. They then brought it to her neck, on either side, and, once one half made contact with the other, they were clasped tightly together and turned into a kind of choker necklace. It was worth a country, if not two, she was sure.
“We want you to be ours,” James said.
“Our girl. Our property. Ours and only ours,” Alex added.
Tears streamed down her face. They wanted her. Together, both of them. How she had agonized over her complicated relationship with both of them. Only to discover now, that, as far as they were concerned, was there was no problem. She couldn’t stop crying and threw herself into their arms, cupping their faces and kissing them with her tears still rolling down her cheeks.
“Thank you,” she whispered continuously. “Thank you for this.” She slid to her knees, feverish with the need to show them how much she loved them, worshiped them, needed them in order to breathe.
She unbuckled their belts, using both her hands on each of them and getting frustrated with herself for taking too long. They took pity on her, reaching down to help, and soon she held their cocks in her hands. She rubbed her cheeks against them, kissed them softly, just held them. Their wondrous and gorgeous cocks were so hard and so big, her pussy ached to be stretched by them all at once.
She licked them, opened her mouth wide and took them down to her throat. She gagged a little, tears still slid from her eyes, but never had she felt this happy. She soaked their cocks with her mouth and her tears of joy.
“When we come, sweetheart, it’s going to be inside you,” James said as they forced her to release them.
“Lie back and open those stunning legs of yours. We want to see our pussy pulse with need for us,” Alex said.
She did as she was told, bringing her knees up until her feet were flat on the floor and her legs were opened wide for them. Watching eagerly as they discarded their clothes.
Her mouth watered at the sight of their sculptured bodies, such masculinity, such power. She was sure they could see her wetness slip out of her. She wriggled impatiently for them and then they lowered their magnificent bodies to either side of her. She didn’t know how, but suddenly they each had a sprig of mistletoe in their hands, which they used to trail over her body, her breasts, her nipples, her lips, followed by their hot mouths.
She curved her back at all the sensations, their mouths everywhere licking and sucking her, kissing her senseless.
“We heard Christmas is your favorite holiday, sweetheart,” James said, then bit into her nipple.
Alex and his mistletoe had journeyed down her abs to her mons. He slid between her thighs. “We’re going to make it even better,” he said, as he parted her lips and kissed her. Haylee would have sprung up off the floor if James weren’t keeping her grounded.
She couldn’t take the pleasure of Alex’s mouth on her any longer. She didn’t know if she would die from pleasure, or die screaming from pleasure.
“I need… I need…” She didn’t know what she needed. She had had sex before, maybe three times in total with the same guy. So this new height of euphoria orchestrated by James and Alex took her to a space where she had no clue what to do.
“I know,” James soothed. And he did. He just knew what she needed. He sat and brought her head into his lap. Like a starving woman, she latched onto this cock and sucked, just as Alex took her whole clit into his mouth and squeezed it.
“Oh… oh…”
Alex penetrated her with his tongue. James was able to reach her clit, which he slapped and rubbed and pinched and caressed. And each time he did so, she hummed around his cock. She couldn’t hold on any longer. Alex slid his hands under her butt and kneaded the spanking she had received before, while feasting on her. She made a sticky wet mess on James’ cock; his precum became her life source. He squeezed her nipple and that was all she needed. She shuddered and squirmed as streams of violent spasms left her body. Her body gleamed with perspiration. She was exhausted, and yet felt as if she could take on the world.
Alex tossed James a condom and she threw a mini tantrum when he covered his cock in the protection. She immediately then went for Alex’s, on all fours as she took him into her mouth. He allowed her to suck him and she couldn’t show her appreciation enough. Just as she had taken almost all of Alex into her mouth, James slapped her ass and immediately thereafter his mouth opened on her pussy. She released Alex’s cock from her mouth, holding him against her cheek as she moaned when James sucked on her mercilessly. Until his tongue swept over her asshole.
Holy cow.
“We’re going to fuck you here soon, sweetheart, but not tonight. This little hole of yours requires special stretching treatment. I’d say that if we work you hard, you can give it to us by New Year’s Eve. Do you want to give us your asshole to fuck, Haylee?”
“Yes, yes, please. Oh God, yes.” She wanted to give them everything they asked.
“But for now, we have to have your pussy, beautiful,” Alex said, as he reclaimed his cock and encased it in a condom. “Tomorrow you go on the pill,” he muttered.
“Yes,” she sobbed.
“Come here, sweetheart,” James called her. He had lain on his back, a thick cushion under his butt. She crawled over him and he brought her directly over his cock. “We’re going to take your pussy, tonight, Haylee. We’re going to make it ours. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she said feverishly. Yes, to everything.
James caught her face and forced her to look at him. “We’re going to put both of our cocks into you, sweetheart,” he said slowly.
She understood what he wanted. He wanted to make sure that she comprehended what they planned to do to her.
“I understand.”
“If it gets to be too much for you, your safe word is stop, nothing fancy or difficult to say. Just say stop and we’ll stop, okay?”
“I understand,” she said softly.
“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me,” Alex said behind her, kneeling down. He cupped her breasts and, turning her head to the side, kissed her. “You sure you understand, beautiful? We’re big on our own, but together we’re fucking massive and your pussy is so sweet and tight—”
“I want this, now, on this day, please. On Christmas Eve. I need you to take me this way. I want it. I’m so wet already… Please.”
“Ah fuck,” James said softly and slid his cock into her. She panted heavily at the delicious intrusion; the stretch was a mingling of pain and pleasure.
“Alex, now. Please, now. I need to have you both in me now.”
James tilted her forward.
“Just breathe and tell me to stop if I’m hurting you, all right?”
She nodded.
Alex’s thick cock touched her asshole as he slid lower toward her pussy. James pulled out a little from her and Alex pushed in.
She wanted to freeze up. The pain of the stretch already felt incredible. She shouldn’t focus on the pain. She should focus on the fact that this was happening. Her one true dream was coming true. Her Christmas miracle, times two.
Alex pushed in again and she gritted her teeth.
“Look at me, sweetheart. You’re doing great and you feel so fucking amazing filled like this. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to us?”
“You’ve taken so much of us already. Just a little more, beautif
ul. Just open a little more for me, because when you make us come, we want you to feel us coming as deep inside of you as possible. Do you want that, beautiful?”
She nodded furiously, and breathing deeply, relaxed her whole body. She needed to make way for Alex.
“There it is, beautiful. You’re letting me in, right there next to James. Ah fuck, you’re so hot, you’re melting my cock,” Alex whispered.
“That’s it. We’re almost there.” James lifted his head to kiss her, searing her even more. He then reached for her clit and gave her fast hard strokes. “Let yourself come again, sweetheart. Once you do, your walls will get even wetter and Alex will slide home.”
She nodded again, words having escaped her.
James reached for her nipple too, wetting the hard nub with his mouth as he played with clit until she burst from the inside out, climaxing so heavily she almost sagged over his body.
But Alex was right there to catch her and as he did, with his arm wrapped around her middle, he slid in all the way.
Tears rolled freely down her face. She had never felt such strange pain that it delved into the most glorious pleasure. Such fullness, as if her body was made for them to take this way.
“I love you,” she whispered. “I love you both so much,” she cried.
Her billionaires grunted and fucked her. They held her so tightly that she was almost one with them. Their touches were a mixture of tender and just beyond wild control. Tender when they tucked her hair behind her ear, or caressed her swollen lips. Beyond control when they fucked her hard. Claiming her, making her understand that this was what she was meant to do on this earth. Be a hot, loving place where these two men, so different and yet the same, could come together inside her.
“Now.” The word tore from James’ throat. Alex roared something and then they were holding her between as they came. She couldn’t wait to feel them naked inside her, to have their cum fill her up. She loved these men so much it hurt.
They held onto her for long moments afterward, before they disentangled themselves, got rid of their condoms and then took her into their arms. She smiled and snuggled between them, refusing to take her necklace off just yet.
She wasn’t sure how long she’d dosed off for, but the sound of Mrs. MacPherson’s voice together with a maid she knew and Harold, their butler reached her ear. She sprang up when she made out the meaning of their faint words beyond the door. They were looking for the missing Santa.
Crap.
“We have to hide,” she whispered urgently.
“Why?”
“Shh, your mother is behind the door, using another key to get in. She can’t see me like this.”
“Well, you know we’re going to have to tell her sooner than later, right?” Alex said, too relaxed and amused for her liking.
“Ugh. But not like this, not when we’re all naked. Just get up, we have to hide.” She was already on her feet, bundling up their clothes, including her Santa suit and stuffing everything into a cupboard with files in it. There was no time for James and Alex to put on their clothes and pretend nothing out of the ordinary had happened when Mrs. MacPherson stepped in.
By now the two men, still grinning at her as if she were from the circus, were at least on their feet. Her gaze darted around the study, where could they hide?
Grabbing their hands, she dragged them to the desk that was massive enough that it could house the two of them, although, given their size and height, it would be a cramped fit.
The handle of the door was now opening. But they humored her and they got under the enclosed desk. There was barely any place for her, so she landed over them. They didn’t make hiding easy. Because she was naked, and well, so were they, they kept trying to feel her up. They groped her breasts, stole kisses, and tried to get their hands between her thighs. She had to push them away silently and glare her not amused look at them, instead of scolding them.
“Poor thing,” Mrs. MacPherson was saying. “I can’t imagine the missing Santa being lost in the house for so long. The kids’ party ended hours ago. Well, he’s not here. We better keep looking,” she said.
Haylee shut her eyes and didn’t breathe until the door was shut again.
Whew.
“Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” James said and kissed her under the desk. “I love you, Haylee.”
“Merry Christmas, beautiful,” Alex said and kissed her too. “I love you, Haylee.”
And how she loved them back.
It was Christmas already, her most favorite holiday. She couldn’t stop smiling now.
This was going to be the best Christmas ever. The best years of her life were still to come.
The End
Chloe Kent
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Meg and the Snowy Woods
12 Naughty Days of Christmas 2017
April Hill
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Chapter 1
Allow me to set the stage, if you will, for the heartwarming Christmas story that I’m about to share with you. Picture a cozy country home, sitting on the crest of a snowy hill surrounded by tall evergreens, their branches heavily laden with newly fallen snow. Smoke curls from the red brick chimney, and gleaming crystalline icicles hang from every eave. The frosted windows of the little house are aglow from within, where a cheerful fire blazes in the fireplace. If you peek through the parted curtains, you will see colored lights twinkling merrily on a Christmas tree that glitters with glass ornaments.
Now, come with me down that twisting country lane you see, just off to the right. Close to a mile away, a man and a woman are standing in the falling snow, arguing. The man is tall, slender and well built, and distinctly on the handsome side. The woman is short, and in a more gracious era, her lush proportions might have been referred to as “pleasingly plump.” The reasons her proportions are even visible is because the man has just turned her across his knee, pulled down her panties, and rudely bared her plump buttocks to the inclement weather.
These are my buttocks, as it happens, and if the human buttock is capable of expressing emotion, both of mine are trembling in a combination of fear and anticipation, possibly because the man across whose knee I am so adorably draped, has also equipped himself with a bouquet of rough, hand-picked switches. And to add to my problems, he’s royally pissed. My chilled behind is about to be – if the gentleman’s ineloquent threat was to be believed – ‘set on fire.’
I’ll bet you’re w
ondering how all this began, aren’t you? How I managed to be out here in the frozen semi-wilderness with my pants down around my ankles, waiting to get my freezing ass royally blistered? During the season of peace on earth, good will to men, ho-ho-ho and all that? Well, oddly enough, it started sort of like Miracle on Thirty-Fourth Street.
Have you ever wondered where the Three Wise Men got all that stuff they took with them that first Christmas? You know, the gold, frankincense, and myrrh? Did they just sort of have all that lying around the house, or did they have to drop by the mall before firing up the camels and looking for an eastbound onramp? My guess is they had all of it on hand already. If they’d had to fight the Christmas crowds before heading out for Bethlehem, things would probably have turned out a lot differently.
I was pondering this question as I lay sprawled on a wooden bench at the Bainbridge Mall, with my shoes off, and encircled by a tangle of crushed shopping bags. Directly in front of me, enshrined on a garish gilt throne, was the mall’s Santa, looking pretty much the way I felt – worn to a frazzle and totally defeated. Three of the Jolly Old Elf’s adorable lady elves were doing their best to herd the line of damp, whining children and their exhausted mommies up the candy-striped ramp, but the line was crawling forward at a snail’s pace, and suddenly, two of the mommies broke ranks and began dragging their shrieking offspring back down the ramp. The ensuing confusion apparently prompted everyone further down the line to assume that Santa himself was making a run for it, and for a few minutes, all hell broke loose. As I watched the chaos, I remembered why I had always hated working retail, and reminded myself to take my pill that night.
